Now he takes the Charm, and it's with the caution he always takes with an antique. Charms are... somewhat of a different category, something a bit stranger than an inert object that only has a use in historical study. They have effects, they do things.

His thumbs trace the details, smoothing over the surfaces of the metal. The cloth is pulled out again, and its shredded appearance doesn't hinder a bit of careful work into the grooves where the Nail metal joins together. The charm is held up to the light of one of the few remaining lumaflies in the chandelier overhead, and turned slightly so that the edges glint.

"Not familiar with the way these things come together," he admits. "You'd think Charms part and parcel of a Relic Seeker's business, but they're elusive little things. Heard the stories of precious few, the rest don't come with context. Might be that's the way of it."

He flips it to see the fixing on the back, and then flips it again to rest flat on his fingers and offers it back.

"I'm sure I can guess, but for the sake of clarity, what's it do?"